For the first time in his 8 years of travel experience, the boy boarded his first flight as an unaccompanied minor to fly to Kansas to spend part of the summer with my mother. I freaked out a little bit on the inside.

But I didn’t cry. I did good.

He, on the other hand, was awesome. I’m constantly blown away at his bravery and resilience. Flying alone for an eight-year-old can be a scary thing. Especially when you’re used to flying with someone at all times. I know he is and will be fine. He’s a pro at this point. I’ve raised him to be an experienced traveller, even if I wasn’t fully prepared for this day. He’s used to the routine, so I know he’s good.

But this mama bear is just over protective of her one and only cub.

Oh, the side eyes I get just for being a mom. Safe travels, love. I will see you soon. ❤